Beauty is the Beast

By Bridget W., El Dorado, KS

Image Credit: Raul R., Monte Vista, CO

Her skin, butter-cream by day, turns translucent by night. Her hair, ebony black, shimmers like the night sky But only to deceive those she encounters Her lips, stained crimson from her victims Eyes piercing blue, penetrating those who make contact with them Her corpse, deemed immaculate by those she lures into her trap She is the deceiver, the harlot of the hills But cleverly disguised The mark of the beast lies in her hands

This is a great poem. I love the usage of powerful words in comparison to using simple, ordinary and everyday words. The imagery is great! "Her skin, buttercream by day, turns translucent by night" (line 1) and "Eyes piercing blue, penetrating those who make contact with them" (line 5) are awesome examples of imagery. You definitely have a way with letting your mind take you to a place where you are free to express and compose such a wonderful poem. What a great job well done! :)